Goal

He looses his mark
The striker enters the eighteen
One two and three
A goal it is, G-o-a-l!

The screaming and shouting
From empty stomachs they come
The throwing of legs and hands
By the weak and weary
The noises they follow, the blind
For a brief moment forget
Their plights and frets

Tooting horns fill the streets
Blood from the wounded and dead too
Uncontrollable joy mounts up
uncontrollable pain in the hearts
Bloodless wounds which could
No be nursed an entire life time
Assets and properties will be gained
In difficulty for generations unborn
And lost in ease in a flash

Glasses will clash without breaking
Throats will open ready to swallow
Earned sweat till tummy fills up,
Till our eyes plea to our feet

For a brief moment
We cry no more
Peace and security
Hunger and thirst
Justice and righteousness
Equality and one for all
Not all for one.

Few filled pockets, have all our resources
Leaving the cries unsolved
Misplaced priorities by wicked men in pajeros
Where majority will listen and not hear
This cry until they be over:
The damage with the euphoria of the ball entering the net.

My wretched soul

Moments spent with you like
The brightness just before the cloud cover
The sun, very gentle , pleasing and short
Far before the showers be opened
Onto the poor earth just to flood it

One searched that light
That brightened his dark being
Because of where one came from
Because one once lived there:
With the light and in it was
Covered one like a strong metal shield

Those rays that one searched
To replace that beam, that
Brightness just before the rain
Was once far away until
Eyes met the telescope, that
Which brought it nearer

One expects that it will
Live with us and not
Like those others: the short lived
Lightening splashes that
Ushers in the trumpet sound
Of the clasp of thunder

If it were a gift
I would replace with another precious one
If it were a poem
I could write lines unending
If it were a song
It would be sang by an orchestra
And forever will live in the minds and hearts

Oh wretched soul that I have
Become for not being able to keep
The light after piercing through me
But allowed it to move out
Into the deep dark making
Me lonely, cold and without purpose
The bats, only to see and hear them

Close your eyes and make a step
And you’ll know how it feels
To depend on people, to be led by
Strangers and those who mock
You at the end; they near you
Because of what they get from you
Oh wretched soul that I am.

From the distance a thick rain cloud
Approaches and sends shivering
Through me from the head to the scalp
Now that the winds blow steadily
I could not tell how soon they’ll arrive
To cover the beam that I have found
O wretched soul that I’ll become

strike, throw and smell

Strike with experienced fingers
Strings of the harp
Just once and
More than once
Would be heard in harmony

Throw with your strength
As weak as a pregnant lady
Just once a pebble
More than once the sight
The ripples after the splash

Smell the foul smell
In the land of the rot
Grows the lotus amidst
The dropping and coloured water
Into clean petals white and spotless

fallen tree

He cut the tree
Falls the pear, its fruits
Its moaning and groaning
Heard he not
Its beauty saw he not
With thick trunk, the birds
Around surround in blue
A farewell to their friend.

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Crowded for food because
Can not cook at home.

Leaf picking with beaks alone
In order to build their home.

Where stagnant waters flow
Doing same seeing her yawn.

What did he do to her?

What did he do to her?
she who leaps to hag
and leans when cannot cling,
who has weighed anchor
that keeps her trust
and has woven the spider’s web
so thick and uncut a web,
around her thawing heart
which flows away at the rising
of the burning sun.

those bloodless wounds though
healed and beaming with smiles
which has replaced her far away look
stands to conquer and resist
the attacking soft and charming words
from any corner at any time
no matter how long it takes
at the mercy of her cherished principles.
Principles that were not only thought of but
Experienced from where the hear t formed the pact
Which has brought no one any good.

What did he do to her
That after so many years
A barrier has been formed
So formidable an with alloys stronger
Than steel and though has recovered
Years ago , those around her now,
Her pain they still feel
More than has been unleashed
On her several years ago?
So unthinkable her effect on them.

After what he did to her,
She who leaps to hag
And leans when can not cling
Will lift anchor but when,
As her thawing heart flows away
And goes waste on the dust y floor?
If only will have the power
I will cut down the spiders web
Making her love again
And freeing them from her imprisonment.

She whose voice calms the angry
And the quick tempered but
Failed to calm herself
Losing all what meant much to her,
Unfulfilled dreams which could come
To pass if only would allow one to cut
That which seems to be an obstacle,
A borne fear of the unknown
This present time not to remain

Butterfly and dragonfly

Flies in the air everywhere
Yet are not heard
Butterflies and dragonflies
On and around the coloured
Petals, which shows their glory in bloom

Butterflies in the air
Ready to sap of the nectar
As swiftly followed the dragonfly
Whose entrance was denied when
Ready to grab his juice,
Save the butterfly

In the belly they are felt
An unpleasant feeling
Which is wished to end
But the dragonfly not
So close, let alone enter
But afar from them remained

Butterfly kisses!! The petals
And their colourful smell shouted
Again and again until
It gave up the chase.
Poor dragonfly a sorrowful fly
As its lips wish for this taste